Sweet sixteen

I needed a reason for us not to move forward
Stagnation had become our voyageur through time
And in my naïve mind I thought
If we could just keep our slow movement
The seasons would keep passing us by as a couple
So thinking quickly on my feet
Laying on my back
I told him that it was still too new to me.
I confessed that the sass in my speech and the ‘S’ of my hips had been deceiving
At fifteen I did not know where to find the key to unbridle all of my sexual energies
To unlock this treasure chest of tricks needed to please a man
Nearly twice my age and thrice as hungry
“It was still too new to me?”
As he sat up I imagined images of stumbling toddlers and sour green mangoes swirling in his head as he processed the information
He knew then that he could no longer waste his days trying to reclaim his lost youth
I knew that it was because he found no joy trying to relate to the uncertainties and insecurities of mine
We both knew where this was going and from the very first time I accepted a ride home in his car I believe we always had
So moving at the pace I’d become so anxious for
He slowly changed his story from giving me his undying love to merely lending me his affections
And on my sixteenth birthday on my sixteenth birthday
After eleven months and four days of what I believed was holding his heart next to mine for safe keeping I was asked to return it
“It’s still too new to you and I can’t chance you breaking it”